It had been a stressful weekend. Roger didn't have the personality to be cruel to others, not on purpose, but he did have leadership skills and combining his and Fraser's gifts in the same room had been a dangerous situation. They'd gotten nothing from the Patil witch and that was frustrating to him. Either she was very, very good, Robbie had Obliviated all the Resistance information out of her mind or possibly she never knew anything worthy to begin with. It was impossible to know for sure.
Stepping out of the MAB locker room, he was showered and shaved and in a fresh uniform which he'd glamour up to look like street clothes on his way home. Roger made a point of not having his uniform noticeable when he wasn't on duty. Especially when he was alone. It was too much of a risk.
Tucking his wand into his pocket and fastening his watch, Roger winked at the pretty secretary and clapped Robbie on the shoulder. "I'm right here. She told me you were on your way up." Roger's easy grin and even easier charm was evident but he wasn't sure Robbie was feeling the same. "What's up?"